Hello people! this is my first fanfiction on this site so pleeeease be good to meh! *hides*

Ichigo "H-hey! you need to do the disclaimer idiot!"

Me "You do it Ichi-kun!"

Ichigo *sighs and turns to the people reading it* "Astera94 in no way owns any of the characters from Bleach, and is not making money off this crap story"

Me O.O "HEY!"

The rain poured down in huge torrents as Grimmjow drove down the road,

"Shit" He swore while trying to see through the rain. Just his fucking luck. This day had been bad enough without this, jeez, Luppi had been on his ass all day trying to weasel out of payment, again. Absorbed as he was with his thoughts, it took Grimmjow a while to recognize what he was seeing.

Up ahead about a mile ahead of the slowing car underneath a bridge, there was a commotion. A slight boy with flame orange hair in soaked clothes was fending off 5 or 6 boys that were advancing on him. Mocking laughter reached Grimmjow's ears as the boy swung in the blurring rain and missed by an inch. The laughter made Grimmjow's blood boil. Who the hell were these fucking bastards and why were they picking on this kid?

Grimmjow hadn't even realized that he had stopped the car till he impulsively opened the door and stepped out to get a better view. He squinted through the rain and for a split second, despite the rain, the boy looked up and met Grimmjow's eyes. Grimmjow's heart gave a strange wrench as he saw the emotions in the small teenagers chocolate brown eyes.

Fear, Desperation, Pain, Anger and Hopelessness all mingled together in his eyes. Feelings Grimmjow knew only too well. Suddenly Grimmjow saw red, he strode over to the still laughing teenagers, they hadn't noticed the arrival of the car, and swung his foot in a solid roundhouse kick that sent 1 of them flying and a quick uppercut knocked another one out cold. As the other boys rounded on him with a surprised cry, the boy took his chance and smashed his fist viciously into the leaders face, while the remaining boys wisely got the hell out of there, leaving their fallen comrades on the ground.

No sooner had they gone than the small figure in front of him groaned and crumpled into a heap. Grimmjow caught him before his head hit the ground and got a better view of him

He was soaked and shivering, he had a black eye, nasty cuts on his face, including a bloody bruise that stained his forehead, his clothes were ripped and bloody. Grimmjow didn't even know why he was doing it, but he found himself carrying the kid back to the car and took him to his house.

Ichigo groaned as the pain in his head and the numerous other places made themselves known. He opened his eyes blearily as he tried to think through the pain, what had happened? Suddenly he remembered, the gang, the blue haired demon who had shown up in time to save him. Ichigo gasped and jolted upright, a second later he regretted that deeply as pain shot throughout his body. He looked up slowly this time, where WAS he anyway? He didn't recognize anything, he was in a spacious, clean bedroom, laying on a queen sized bed with a dark blue comforter and light blue pillows

"Huh, so you're awake are you?" A gruff voice sounded from the doorway.

Ichigo's head snapped around, and he winced as pain coursed through him again.

"Careful, kid, you'll put yourself out again." The man smirked

Ichigo glared at the stranger, watching him warily, almost fearfully.

"W-Where am I?" Ichigo asked looking around the room, "And who the hell are you?"

The blue haired man frowned, "Watch it kid, I saved your sorry ass back there, remember? And you happen to be at my fucking house."

"But why'd you bring me here?" The kid snapped, with a fierce glare

The man snorted, "What, you'd rather sleep on the street? Be my guest. I brought you here because you needed help." The man gestured at Ichigo's head.

Ichigo felt his bandaged head, and winced. "Okay, thank you, mister, I'll be leaving now." he announced as he attempted to get out of the bed.

The man looked at him like he was crazy."The hell? Are you nuts? Your in no fucking condition to be leaving on your own, and the name's Grimmjow, not mister."

Ichigo ignored him as he got up and walked slowly to the door. He might have made it too, except that his muscles gave up at the moment he had reached it, and he would have fell if not for the older man's arm snapping out and catching him. He winced as he felt the bandages rub against his injuries.

Ichigo masked the pain and glared "Let go of me." he snarled.

"And then what? All that would accomplish is you getting a face full of carpet." Grimmjow retorted. "Face it kid, you need to rest, and this place is the best option you got for now."

Ichigo glared, then relented, nodding. Grimmjow smirked and half carried him to the bed. Ichigo tried not to think about how close they were, he could feel Grimmjow's heat radiating from his body. Ichigo felt a flush creeping up his face as he thought about it. He shook his head slightly as Grimmjow helped him onto the bed, moving slowly so as to not open up his wounds again, and mentally berated himself, he really didn't need to have those thoughts in his head at the moment. God knows how this stranger would react to that.

Grimmjow swallowed as he held the young boy's body, kami this kid was beautiful. And when he blushed Grimmjow nearly moaned. He helped the kid onto the bed trying not to jostle him.

Huh, wonder why I actually care about that. Normally I wouldn't give two shits about some kid. He thought to himself.

He pulled himself out his pondering and faced the boy.

"So, you got a name or what?" Grimmjow asked.

"Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki." He answered and looked at Grimmjow.

Grimmjow found himself momentarily distracted as the Ichigo's eyes locked onto his. Chocolate brown met cerulean and both men stared at each other. Ichigo was the first to look away, blushing and mumbling something about being tired. Grimmjow nodded.

"Well, call me if you need something then." He muttered. As he walked away he pushed away the images that popped up at that simple statement.

Christ, he's a fucking kid! That kind of thinking will only result in something bad, but damn, that boy is too goddamn irresistible for his own good.

The next day, Grimmjow woke up on the couch, he had been awakened by an annoying sort of singing. He groaned from the stiffness in his back. He needed a better couch. He stretched as he got up and walked towards the bathroom, just as the reason for his sore back stepped out of it. Grimmjow blinked as Ichigo walked out of the bathroom and saw him. Grimmjow's eyes widened and impulsively roamed over the teenagers lithe form. He was muscled and lean, and currently clothed in only a pair of boxers.

Ichigo saw Grimmjow appraising him and blushed slightly. Grimmjow snapped his eyes up before they could travel too far south. He gestured to Ichigo's wounds.

"Those probably need to be dressed again." He said

"Uh, yeah, your probably right." He murmured not looking at Grimmjow's face. Grimmjow sighed, and pulled the kid toward the couch.

"H-Hey! Wh-what are you doing?" Ichigo stammered, shocked.

Grimmjow looked at him like he was slow.

"Those wounds aren't healed enough to be exposed, so you need clean bandages, and you didn't look like you were going to move." Grimmjow stated.

"Well, give me some warning next time." Ichigo muttered

Grimmjow chose to ignore this as he leaned over to the dresser next to the couch and located the bandages he had put there earlier. Ichigo sat down on the couch. Grimmjow turned around and sat down next to Ichigo.

"This might hurt a little, but try to keep still." Grimmjow warned the orange haired boy. Ichigo nodded and braced himself as Grimmjow unwrapped the wound on his shoulder. He hissed as the cloth slid over the large slash and tried to keep his arm relaxed so he wouldn't strike the blue haired man, his fight or flight instincts were screaming at him to get away but he tried to remain calm. He's just trying to help he's not going to hurt me. Not going to hurt me, not going to hurt me, not going to hurt...

Grimmjow's POV

I warned the redhead to keep still as I began to undress the wound. I looked once more at the huge cut that dominated his shoulder and nearly wanted to find that gang of idiots and beat them down again. I looked over as the kid hissed in pain and saw his jaw locked and seemed to be concentrating very hard on something.

Probably trying to convince himself not to beat the shit outta me. I thought then realized how true those words probably were. I finished with Ichigo's shoulder and paused as I looked at the young boy. I surprised myself by putting my hand gently on Ichigo's collarbone and looking in the boy's eyes, feeling my heart speed up oddly.

"Im not going to hurt you, Ichigo." I heard myself say with a gentleness that was rarely heard in my voice. I felt the young boy's muscles relax underneath my hand, the boys eyes never left my own as he nodded. I tore my eyes away from his as I dressed the rest of his wounds and put the bandages away, I then handed him a pair a sweats, which he happily put on, suddenly that annoying singing started up again. I frowned, so that hadn't been a dream? If not then what the hell was it?

Normal POV

Ichigo huffed annoyedly "My phone." He remarked seeing Grimmjow's confused expression. Grimmjow walked to where it must have fallen out of Ichigo's pocket which was beside the bedroom door underneath the dresser near it. He grabbed the still ringing phone and tossed it next to Ichigo. He picked it up with a slightly wary look on his face. Grimmjow walked back over to Ichigo and had begun to wonder why the kid looked like that when it was answered for him.

A voice screamed out of the phone "ICHIGOOOOOO! WHERE ARE YOU MY DARLING SON? YOUR FATHER HAS BEEN SO WORRIED!"

Ichigo scowled at the phone as he held it a foot away from his ear.

"Jeez, goat-face will you shut it already!" He yelled at the phone, bringing it a bit closer. There was shouting as the phone was obviously fought over.

"Ichi-nii?" A small, timid voice now came from the phone, (Grimmjow was glad he had such good hearing), Ichigo's face visibly softened and he brought the phone to his ear.

"Oh, hey Yuzu." He said softly

"Ichi-nii where are you? We were worried about you! You didn't come home last night and no one knew where you were and I thought, oh I thought-" Yuzu cut off with a small sob. Ichigo looked pained.

"Aw Yuzu, I'm really sorry. I just got caught up with a friend. I fell asleep at his house." He murmured. Grimmjow did a double take. Wait, what? Ichigo sent him a glare that said very clearly to shut up.

"Oh, ok then!" Yuzu said immensely relieved, as long as Ichi-nii was okay it was fine with her.

"Im probably gonna stay a few days, ok?" Spring break started yesterday so he wouldn't miss anything at school.

"Alright Ichi-nii Do you need anything?" Yuzu asked.

Ichigo grimaced, he needed stuff from home but there was no way to get them without Yuzu finding out.

"No, I'm fine Yuzu." He answered.

"Ok then Ichi-nii I have to go save dad from Karin." Yuzu said as a crash resounded with a very irate girl's voice sounding out.

"Bye Yuzu." Ichigo said closing his phone. There was silence, Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at the teen. Ichigo sighed.

"I don't want her worrying about me." He said simply.

Grimmjow stared at the soft expression on the teen's face while his heart did an odd sort of flop in his chest. "You care a lot about your family don't you?" He asked suddenly.

Ichigo looked slightly taken aback "Yeah I do." He said cocking his head. Once more their eyes connected. Grimmjow stared at the small teen trying to figure out what it was that drew him in. What it was that seemed to completely captivate him, that why, in one day, this kid filled his every thought. Grimmjow found himself walking slowly forward and standing in front of the boy. Ichigo still staring in Grimmjow's eyes the expression slightly wary. Grimmjow cupped his chin and leaned forward, wanting to close the few inches and taste the teen. But something gave him pause. Ichigo's eyes were half lidded, his breath fanning out over the bigger male. What did he want? He wanted to kiss Grimmjow, he knew that but why? What was it that captivated him? That seemed to draw him in. Grimmjow's eyes were hungry, filled with lust and a certain predatory look. They both leaned forward, as their lips brushed, electricity shot through them. Ichigo's eyes beckoned Grimmjow forward, that was all he needed. Grimmjow pressed his lips to Ichigo's in a bruising kiss and gripped the teen's uninjured shoulder and wrapped one arm carefully around Ichigo's waist, as both their eyes fluttered close, he licked Ichigo's bottom lip asking for permission. Ichigo opened his lips in invitation and Grimmjow thrust his tongue into the warm cavern coaxing Ichigo's tongue to come and play. He moaned at the taste, Vanilla, chocolate, cinnamon, strawberry, so many flavors that Grimmjow had no name for but all were mind blowing. It was every thing Grimmjow had ever heard about in stupid romance novels and retarded sitcoms. It was fireworks, explosions, and flames inside of him, unlike anything else he had experienced. Electricity crackled through him, Grimmjow held Ichigo tighter and leaned forward, placing his knee on the side of him. He buried his hands in soft orange locks as Ichigo gripped his own, ignoring his shoulder's protests. God, he had kissed other people but never like this. Grimmjow tasted incredible, an intricate taste that was spicy and delicious, he was shy at first but soon he was battling Grimmjow's tongue for dominance, which Grimmjow won eventually. They soon broke apart, gasping for air. Grimmjow brought one of his hands down to cup Ichigo's face, he trailed his thumb gently underneath the boys half closed eyes.

"Ichigo" He murmured, searching those darkened chocolate eyes for any sign of rejection or disgust. All he found was a desire that closely matched his own.

Ichigo stared at Grimmjow through half-closed eyes, the feelings running through his body both confused and excited him, but he knew that he did not regret kissing Grimmjow. No, in fact, he burned for the man's touch, for the feel of his lips over his own...what the hell? He'd only met the man yesterday morning and already Grimmjow had Ichigo's mind in a jumbled mess, how did that work? He knew nothing about this man, why was he affecting Ichigo this strongly? Then, suddenly a knocking rang through the apartment, startling both of them. Grimmjow looked toward the door of the apartment with annoyance.

"Grimmjow-sama! If you do not open this door right now I swear I will go get Yammi and open it for you!" An extremely strict and angry voice came through the door.

Grimmjow looked over at the door with an extremely annoyed look. Then went back to Ichigo and started nipping at his neck.

"Damn him." He groaned while his teeth grazed sensually over Ichigo's sensitive skin. Ichigo looked at him and gestured weakly toward the door.

"W-who is th-ha-at?" He panted out as the banging continued.

"Ugh, my assistant." He murmured between nips, Ichigo groaned quietly as Grimmjow sucked on the sensitive skin.

"Shouldn't you go answer it then?" Ichigo murmured looking at Grimmjow through half lidded eyes but pulling away gently.

Another loud round of banging along with more shouting seemed to convince Grimmjow that he would have to deal with his annoying assistant. He sighed and unwound his arms from around the boy then got off the couch and stumbled toward the door.

Grimmjow opened his door to an extremely pissed Uryu.

"It's about time!" He snapped and proceeded to enter the flat, talking all the while and looking at a clipboard in his hand.

"Alright, you have a meeting with Luppi discussing payment at 1:30, and Nnoitra called and said he'd be stopping over at 2:45, you already missed your appointment with Tousen-sama and he's exceedingly angry so I suggest you make a believable excuse for him. And then-" Uryu's voice droned on until a stunned exclamation made him pause.

"U-Uryu?" Ichigo asked, shocked. He stared at the man with disbelief.

Uryu looked up and surprise graced his features.

"Ichigo?" he said as he stared at the young man in front of him in confusion.

"You two know each other?" Grimmjow asked as he looked from one surprised face to another.

"Uh, yeah we go to the local university together" Ichigo stammered out.

"Yes, and I would like to know, Ichigo, just why you are in my employer's apartment, and currently half naked?" Uryu demanded, getting over his shock and glaring at both Grimmjow and Ichigo, mostly Grimmjow.

"The kid got beat up by some thugs and I was passing by so I helped the kid out." Grimmjow stated as Ichigo blushed. Uryu looked closer and saw Ichigo's bandages.

"Humph, well anyway, Szayel is still complaining about the new models." Uryu said turning back to the clipboard.

"Dammit! What is he going on about now?" Grimmjow groaned, damn Szayel.

The two continued their discussion and Ichigo laid on the couch and fell back asleep.

As Uryu headed out the door after two hours, he paused and looked back at Ichigo, he stepped closer and gestured. "I can take him home if you want." He said to Grimmjow. As Grimmjow looked at the kid he felt a wave of possessiveness and shook his head."No its okay."

Uryu looked at him strangely for a moment but recovered and nodded as he turned and walked out, shutting the door with a soft click.

Grimmjow stared at the closed door for a moment before turning and looking at the sleeping kid in front of him. Ichigo was peaceful in sleep, his face relaxed, but his body was poised as if it anticipated an attack, Grimmjow frowned. How many fights had this kid seen? Sure, Grimmjow slept like that himself but no one that young should have that reflex. Grimmjow walked over to where the strawberry slept and knelt down. Still frowning, he reached out and brushed his hand over Ichigo's cheek softly. Ichigo sighed and relaxed slightly, turning his head to Grimmjow's hand. Grimmjow smiled, not smirked, actually smiled.

Grimmjow stood and, after a thought, bent and slid his arms under Ichigo, noting the boy's light weight. He brought him up, Ichigo shifted slightly but didn't wake, his body was still exhausted so he slept on. Grimmjow walked toward the bedroom. He kicked the bedroom door open with a foot and strode to the bed, he laid the kid down, mindful of his injuries. He pulled the blankets up to the strawberry's shoulders and brushed his hand through the soft orange spikes. Acting on impulse, the blue haired tycoon bent down and brushed his lips over Ichigo's forehead. Grimmjow straightened, surprised at the gentle action.

Grimmjow slowly made his way out to the couch again in a daze, as he sat down, Grimmjow shook his head. What was this kid doing to him? Among pictures of a certain orange haired youth, Grimmjow flipped the T.V on and proceeded to watch the news.

Around 12:15 Ichigo stirred, he sat up confused, then realized he was once more in the comfortable blue room. He got out of bed slowly, wincing at the stabbing pain in his shoulder. He made his way out to the living room and saw Grimmjow sitting on the couch, watching T.V. Grimmjow turned at the sound of the door opening.

"Hey, feeling better?" He said standing.

"Yea" Ichigo said, shifting nervously. "H-hey about before, when we..I mean..." He stuttered nervously, ducking his head and blushing, rubbing the back of his head. Grimmjow chuckled, coming over and lifting Ichigo's head gently with one finger. Ichigo's breath hitched as his eyes widened slightly.

Grimmjow leaned forward slightly and locked onto dark chocolate eyes. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's slim waist. Ichigo's eyes darkened considerably and as he leaned stretched up to kiss Grimmjow, his cellphone went off.

"God-dammit goat-face, cant shut him up for an hour and then he's callin me again." Ichigo muttered, annoyed. He stepped away from Grimmjow and flipped open the phone without looking at the caller ID, Grimmjow chuckled at seeing the orange haired youth so flustered.

"What Goat-face?" Ichigo barked.

"Ne, Ne Ichi is that anyway to talk to ya' favorite brother?" A voice cackled.

Ichigo's eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise

"S-Shiro?" He said finally. Grimmjow looked at him questioningly.

"Te one an' only, Aibou" Shiro said with a tone that you could practically hear the smirk he had on.

"Man Shiro this is great! Does Goat-face know your here?" Ichigo said excitedly raising a hand to his hair. Grimmjow smirked and stepped forward, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around Ichigo's waist and rested his head on the boy's shoulder, Ichigo jumped slightly but didn't push him off.

"Nope, decided to call you first, Im headin ova now so tell Yuzu ta set a place for me k?" Shiro said cheerfully.

"Ah, well Im actually at a friend's house right but I'll call her k?" Ichigo said nervously, Grimmjow let out a low chuckle and tightened his grip. There was a pause.

"Ichigo, where are you?" Shiro said warningly, obviously having heard the nervous tone of voice along with the chuckle.

"I-I told ya, a friend's."

"Which friend Ichigo."

"Shiro,ya don't know 'im-"

"Ichigo, either you tell me where ya are or yer phone will.'

Shit, Ichigo had forgotten about the tracker Goat-face had put in his phone (which the idiot had stupidly forgotten the password that Shiro had set). Ichigo sighed heavily and looked to Grimmjow.

"Whats your address?" He asked him. Grimmjow looked at the kid, startled but gave it anyway.

"Apartment 6, 15th street." He said and Ichigo repeated it wearily to Shiro. There was a click and the dial tone sounded out. Ichigo sighed again and snapped his phone shut. He leaned heavily into Grimmjow's body. Grimmjow tightened his grip and whispered in Ichigo's ear.

"What was that about?"

"Overprotective older brother." He murmured, his eyes slipping closed

Grimmjow hummed in understanding, and nuzzled Ichigo's neck gently. He nipped the flushed skin and licked it. Ichigo moaned and arched his neck to give Grimmjow more access. Suddenly the faint sound of a car stopping with a screech permeated the air, though neither male heard it. Five minutes later there was a loud banging on the door that caused Ichigo to jump and draw away sharply.

Grimmjow sighed in disappointment and walked over to the door. As he opened it a white blur streaked past him, startling him, which was very hard to do. He turned and the door closed with a snap.

okay theres the first chapter! If I did something wrong please tell me! Or if you think it can be improved in anyway I reeeally want to hear it! So press that review button!